“Harry?”

The loud voice could be heard from the living room. Harry groaned at the injustice of it all as he blindly reached for the glasses on his nightstand. The cold frames stung his sleep warmed skin.

He scratched his belly above the low slung pajama bottoms. He got out of bed and stretched quickly when his name became a whine.

“What, Draco?” Harry said from the doorway; his blond husband stood in the living room, shaking a thick package in his hands.

“What is this?“ He nearly shoved the box in Harry’s face with his impatience. “Why is your stalker sending you something?” Draco asked while making stabbing motions at the sender’s name.
   
Draco tried to play it off as if he was uninterested in his answer, but Harry could tell from the way he drummed his elegant fingers on the box that his curiosity was eating away at him. He grinned at the adorable picture he made waiting for an answer. Draco always got this way whenever there was any sort surprise involved.

“I’m astonished you didn’t open it to see for yourself.”

“I wouldn’t!” Draco outrageously claimed as he sat down next to Harry on the couch, pushing the package towards him.

“Open it,” the blond commanded.

“I guess you couldn’t open it really, since it’s warded pretty tightly by Colin.” He didn’t look at Draco so the blond wouldn’t see the smile on his face.

As the brunet expected, his husband sat upright at his comment and retorted, “He can’t make any wards that would stop me. I got past all of those, paltry as they were. It requires a password and Merlin knows what type of moronic terms you Gryffindors would use on it.”

He flushed a bit at Harry’s knowing smile, but refused to comment at his thwarted attempt at opening his post. The brunet set the box on the table and leaned forward, glancing briefly sideways at Draco. He exhaled onto the cover, whispering, “I love Draco Potter-Malfoy”.

“Sap,” Draco retorted while his face flooded with colour.

They turned their eyes from each other to watch the lid of the box lid spring up. Harry extracted an envelope and handed it to Draco.

“Go ahead. Open it.”

Draco eagerly tore the top of the envelope, peeking at its contents. Confused, he turned the envelope over and let its contents spill out.

“Pictures?”

“Yeah.” Harry started to sort through the various photographs strewn on the table. “I want us to start an album, you know, like the one Hagrid gave me. I didn’t have a lot of pictures of us though, except those awful ones you cut from the Prophet.” He made a disturbed face.

“You look great in those shots, Harry. You’re a famous Quidditch player. I have to keep reminders of why I keep you around, and all those pictures of you sweaty in Quidditch gear really do it for me.”

“Ok, except this would be about both of us. Look, he’s even got pictures from second year. Look at that awful gelled hair of yours.”  Draco looked over the shoulder at the picture of himself .

 “It wasn’t something as common as Muggle gel. It was a specially made potion to keep my hair luxurious.”

Harry laughed. “I’m just glad you don’t wear your hair that way anymore. I couldn’t do this if you did.” He ran his fingers through the silky hair to illustrate his point.
“Help me sort these so we can put them in the album.” Harry began to lay out the pictures side-by-side hoping to find some semblance of an order to them.

The quality of the pictures increased as their picture selves grew older. The second year pictures almost showed Draco as an afterthought, as Colin mistakenly caught him in the frame.

“Look, Draco, proof that you tried to cheat.”
 
“Lies!”

“Draco, you didn’t even look.” He pointed out the picture to him.  “There you are, third year Quidditch Final. You see that ? That’s your hand grabbing my broom!”

“Figures he would try to show me in an unflattering light, damn Gryffindor,” Draco complained, pouting.

“Hey, you married a Gryffindor,” Harry said, gently elbowing him in the side.
 
“I love you, so I’m willing to overlook your faults,”  Draco replied with a mischievous smile. “You also happen to be a magnificent flyer. Look at this one!” Draco looked at the snapshot he held in fascination.

Harry glanced at the picture of the Hungarian Horntail closing in on him. He remembered the horrifying sensation of being chased by the dragon, but he had to admit that from a spectators perspective, it looked pretty impressive.
 
“Is that why you had to cheat?” he teased his husband again. 

There was no answer from Draco.

Draco was focused on some of the pictures in his hands; he seemed entranced by the images as they replayed themselves over and over again.

“What is it, Draco?”

“Did I always look at you like this? “

Harry was quiet. The pictures were all of Draco looking at Harry when the brunet wasn’t watching. The clothes were different, no backdrop the same; the one thing that didn’t change was the expression on Draco’s face.

“Like a besotted fool…” Draco clarified. He looked upset, fingering one. “I’m looking at you and it’s like you couldn’t care less. Didn’t even notice that I was there….”

 Harry started rifling through the rest of the pictures and, after a few minutes, came up triumphantly with a handful of the shots he was looking for.

“Here,” he tried giving them to Draco.

“No, its okay. I don’t want to do this anymore,” Draco refused, shaking his head.

“Draco, take them,” Harry insisted, opening Draco’s clenched palm and depositing the photos.

“You always caught my attention-- there was never a moment, even when we were enemies, that I didn’t know you were in the room. You’re kind of hard to miss,” Harry said and moved closer until their thighs were touching.

Draco finally relented and surveyed the images of Harry, and even though the Gryffindor didn’t wear the same expression he did, it wasn’t of loathing or indifference.

It was almost of confusion.

“You always confused me,” Harry confessed, echoing Draco’s thoughts. “You were such a git to me, my friends, a lot of people really. “ He paused. “But when I saw you with your friends, you seemed so different. I wondered how it would be to know that side of you.”

Draco dropped the photos of early Hogwarts that seemed a lifetime ago, turning his face closer to Harry’s.
 
“And how has it been? I imagine it was more than you could have ever dreamed of. You probably thought you were going to have to settle for Ginny, and live the rest of your days in an almost incestuous unhappy union,” Draco commented, feeling more himself.

“Yes, it has been more than I thought I would have,” Harry replied seriously.  “Thank you.”

The light kiss turned into more and they put off the assembly of their album together for a rainy day.